Page 112 of Lovestrung

“I want to be gentle with you.”

The way his eyes had turned almost black with lust sent a delicious thrill through me.

“I don’t want gentle,” I answered and kneeled before him, keeping his gaze locked with mine. “I want you the way you are.”

I breathed against his cock, scraping the fabric hiding it with my teeth. His hands found its way into my hair, releasing it from the hair-tie, and when I felt it cascade down my back, I sighed.

“You want my dick, darlin’?”

I nodded and flexed my hands around his tight ass, squeezing it.

“Please?”

He opened his mouth and released a long groan when I ran my hands against the cock head again.

“Have at it, then.”

Pleased he gave me what I desired, I pulled at the band of his boxers and when his cock sprang free, I felt a rush of wetness in my pussy. I licked my lips and then I feasted on his hard but velvet soft skin. The long rumble that sounded from his chest was like music to my ears. His grip tightened in my hair, then gentled, as I took him as far down my throat as I could get before I glided back up.

“Don’t make me come with your mouth,” he warned. “I’ve missed your pussy, darlin’. I need to come inside you.”

I’d missed him and his dirty mouth so much, I hummed deeply, making his cock twitch in my mouth. Time ceased to exist as I did my best to bring him as much pleasure as I could, but then he pulled out and bent down to take my mouth with his. I kissed him back and held on to his strong arms before I felt his hands under my armpits and he pulled me up.

“Enough,” he growled against my mouth and pushed me back. “Lie down on the couch,” he demanded.

Again, I did as he asked, and when he kneeled before me, he spread my legs.

“You really need to learn to wear a skirt,” he mumbled and took a firm hold on my leggings. “Up.” I pushed my hips from the soft leather and back as he pulled them, along with my socks, away.

“I’ll bear that in mind,” I promised him as I pushed my hands through his hair.

His eyes burned while he ran his hands up and down my thighs, and his nostrils flared.

“Tell me what you want, darlin’.”

“You.”

“Where?”

I couldn’t stop trembling as I felt his thumbs press in and down on my clit behind my frilly panties.

“Everywhere,” I hedged.

“Say it,” he teased and rubbed gently against me, causing me to gasp.

“I want your mouth on my pussy, baby,” I moaned, “and I want it now.”

“Done.”

My head felt heavy and I took a deep breath when he removed my panties. As his head descended between my legs, I widened them even further even though my muscles screamed from the tension. But I didn’t care. At this very moment, I believed I’d die if I didn’t feel his mouth on the most intimate part of my body. His lips closed around my clit, and I held my breath. When I felt his tongue start licking me out in earnest, it became impossible to keep my eyes open any longer, and I let my head fall back on the couch.

He ravished me with his tongue, lips, teeth.

He made me forget everything around me.

I felt him everywhere.

When he pushed a finger inside me, I lost all control, and I started to ride his face, spurred on by his groans and warm breath against me. The fire spread through me, starting at my toes, through my entire body, until it stopped at the top of my head.